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“The Wonderful Impossible” by

G.S. Kohler

“The Wonderful Impossible”

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Synopsis

This five-scene play reveals how God works through seemingly impossible moments of life. Representing everything from angels reminiscing on the announcement of Jesus' birth to a pregnant teenager sent to live with her aunt, the stories in this play will remind people that nothing is impossible for God.

Scene breakdown:

The Announcement Two angels reminisce about The Big One—the birth announcement of Jesus—and decide to have a little fun while reminding us “knuckleheads” that God loves us.

Cast: Michelle Jamie

Props: Angel wings for both that can be hidden under trench coats, but able to “pop” out when coats are taken off.

Impossible, Like Me A young and pregnant Abby is forced out of her home and sent to live with her Aunt Rose, where she learns that when God wants to work out something wonderful, he starts with an impossibility.

Cast: Abby Rose

Props: Living room setting- two cozy chairs or couch, coffee table, etc. Bible Abby is pregnant, but making it visible is optional

The Purple Hat A woman tells the story of how an “impossible assignment” given to her by God changes her life and the life of a beloved teacher.

Cast: Businesswoman

Props: Actress is dressed in business attire.

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A Christmas Reading An accident causes a young girl to lose her ability to speak. But after dreaming that she could sing, she discovers her voice just in time.

Cast: Reader Girl (optional)

Props: No props necessary The Reader has the option of delivering the monologue by memory or reading from the script. If you choose the latter, your script should be in a nice black binder.

Off in Uzbekistan A young and jaded woman grows more and more frustrated as she tries to speak to her soldier brother stationed in Uzbekistan from her parents’ landline with a seemingly bad connection. Impatient with the bad phone service and her brother’s beliefs about Christmas, she ends up getting a wonderfully impossible surprise.

Cast: A young woman- 20’s Mom- 50’s Dad- 50’s

Props: Landline phone This script is set in a home in a dining room or kitchen. It is decorated for Christmas and the family is getting ready to sit down for Christmas dinner.

How

“The Wonderful Impossible” was performed as a Sunday morning event in a church. In this version:

The sketches are set up in different rooms in the building so that people will travel from one room to another to see each scene.

People get to choose the order in which they want to see the sketches

Each sketch is given 20 minutes for a performance

There is a 5 minute “traveling” time between each performance as people move

At the end of 5 presentations everyone gathers in the sanctuary for a closing time of Christmas Carols, Scripture reading, prayers and celebration

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Additions:

Christmas Carolers roamed the hallways, during the traveling times

Instrumentalists played Christmas songs in areas the carolers didn’t reach

Christmas refreshments were available in a central location as well as at some stations in the halls

People received a map and schedule/instructions as they arrived

The closing program included joyous Christmas carols, an appropriate Christmas story Scripture, the gathered community signed Christmas cards for all the shut-ins of the church, prayers of thanksgiving and a chance to greet each other before leaving

The program in this format runs about 2 hours (starting at 10am, everyone gets into the sanctuary by 11:40 or so, then everything wraps up by 12 noon)

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The Announcement Two angels reminisce about The Big One—the birth announcement of Jesus. They wear overcoats over their wings. The audience doesn’t realize who they are until several minutes into the sketch. They’re both very happy-go-lucky.

Michelle: Hey, Jamie! How ya doing?

Jamie: Not bad…regular rush and tumble. You’re looking good, Michelle…like you’ve lost a little weight.

Michelle: Yeah. I’ve cut back on the cake a bit. Gotta keep in fighting trim, you know. So…you been busy?

Jamie: Real busy.

Michelle: Well, it’s that time of year.

Jamie: How ’bout you?

Michelle: Working overtime. Not that I’m complaining. I love this time of year. It always brings back such great memories.

Jamie: Yep. Fine memories.

Michelle: GREAT memories!

Jamie: (after a beat) So…where you been?

Michelle: Philly.

Jamie: Really? I worked there once. What were you doing?

Michelle: I was working with the Eagles…last year as they won it all.

Change team and city to fit the year.

Jamie: I guess that was pretty exciting, huh?

Michelle: Yeah, I suppose. At least, everybody treated it like it was some kinda life-changing event.

Jamie: Hey, Michelle…let me ask you something. Did it do it for you…helping the Eagles?

Michelle: You wanna know the truth, Jamie? (after a beat) Not really.

Jamie: I hear you.

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Michelle: That whole year I kept thinking, “This is it? What does this really matter in the cosmic scheme of things?” I mean…don’t get me wrong…I don’t know…I guess we’re just…spoiled. You and me…

Jamie: Yeah… We’ve been spoiled. No lie. I mean, we were in on THE BIG ONE. After that, everything else seems like small potatoes.

Michelle: Very small potatoes. (remembering, almost in a reverie, but very up and happy about the memory) You remember the old guy?

Jamie: The shepherd?

Michelle: (laughing) Yeah! He just about choked on his pita bread! And Gabriel, with that big deep voice of his…

Jamie: (imitating Gabriel) “DON’T BE AFRAID. I’VE GOT GOOD NEWS!”

Michelle: Like that’s gonna help! That made the old guy even more scared!

Jamie: Yeah, yeah, yeah! And they’re all standing there, all of those shepherds with their mouths hanging open—

Michelle: Well, Jamie, there were a lot of us. I bet at least a million.

Jamie: A regular host. (egging Michelle on) And you remember the looks on their faces when Gabriel told ’em about the baby? I mean, you could’ve knocked ’em all over with a feather.

Michelle: Hey Jamie…why do you think he did it? Why do you think he showed up like that?

Jamie: (shrugs) Well…he loves ’em. I know that. He loves ’em…which is curious, ’cause they sure are a pain in the neck.

Michelle: I’ll say. They’re always messing up.

Jamie: They can really be knuckleheads sometimes.

Michelle: Major knuckleheads. And getting ‘em out of their mess. It always seemed to me like that was totally impossible.

Jamie: Well…He’s pretty good at impossible. But why he did it the way he did it…I don’t know…

Michelle: (thinking) You know why I think he did it? Why he showed up like he did? I think he didn’t want to scare ’em.

Jamie: Scare ’em?

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Michelle: Yeah…I mean, you saw how easy it was to scare ’em…and that was just us…us singing. Can you imagine if he did the thunder and lightning and all that? They would’ve freaked out. I think he didn’t want to scare ’em. So, he does the baby thing. Think about it—there’s nothing scary about a baby. He’s a baby, and he gives ’em time to get used to him. He’s just a baby in a barn.

Jamie: Yeah…go figure…a baby! (begins laughing)

Michelle: (laughing too a bit) Oh boy…that was one great night. (more serious) Hey Jamie…you think any of ’em get it?

Jamie: Who?

Michelle: The knuckleheads.

Jamie: I don’t know…I guess some of ’em do…

Michelle: Hey, Jamie! I’ve got an idea. Let’s let ’em see us and do THE ANNOUNCEMENT again.

Jamie: (not sure about this) THE ANNOUNCEMENT? Just us?

Michelle: Sure. Just us.

Jamie: I don’t know.

Michelle: Aw, come on.

Jamie: But Gabriel usually does the announcements.

Michelle: Gabriel’s still in Boston doing small potatoes stuff.

Jamie: What’s he doing?

Michelle: The Red Sox. They’re still celebrating. Come on, let’s do it!

Jamie: I don’t know…

Michelle: Come on! This’ll be great!

Jamie: (he hesitates, then finally makes up his mind) Well…okay…

They both take off their overcoats to reveal wings attached to their bodies. They say their last lines directly to the audience, who now can “see them.” They choose different audience members as they make their way out through the audience.

Michelle: (loudly and excitedly, directly to the audience) Hey, everybody! We’ve got good news! GOD LOVES YOU, YA KNUCKLEHEADS!

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Jamie: (speaks urgently to him, as if in secret) You can’t say knuckleheads! Gabriel never said knuckleheads!

Michelle: Gabriel’s not here. Besides, you said it yourself, didn’t you? They’re knuckleheads.

Jamie: Yeah…

Michelle: But he loves ’em. Right?

Jamie: Well…yeah…

Michelle: Okay, then. So, go at it! (to the audience member a “tie,” “shirt,” whatever) God loves you, pal. But, we’re not so sure about the (tie, etc)!

Both: HEY EVERYBODY! IT’S TRUE! GOD REALLY LOVES YOU! REALLY, REALLY!

Michelle: (to Jamie) Hey, Jamie…you wanna go to Starbucks?

Jamie: What?! And do THE ANNOUNCEMENT there?

Michelle: Sure! We’ll stop off at the grocery store, get some angel food cake, go to Starbucks, do THE ANNOUNCEMENT, and get a latte!

Jamie: Let’s do it!

As they both exit through the audience, they continue to ad lib “God Loves You” lines to the audience.

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Impossible, like Me

Rose and Abby are both sitting. Rose has just finished reading. Looking up she closes her Bible. They sit together silently until Abby speaks.

Abby: That story you were reading…I remember hearing that story. When I was a little girl. My mom used to tell me the greatest stories. It was my mom, you know, but I still thought they were great.

Rose: Like this story?

Abby: Yeah, that story. You didn’t read it all, but it’s the girl who gets pregnant and she doesn't have a husband and she doesn't know what she's going to do. So, she goes and lives with her cousin. And it's great because her cousin is pregnant too, but her cousin has a husband, and now she gets to stay with her cousin. See, she can find out all there is to know about having a baby.

And then the rest of the story…after that baby is born…the cousin's baby…the girl goes home and this guy, like out of nowhere, says he wants to marry her, and he takes her away to his home, where he grew up. And they have the baby and they become a family.

And…I don't know…it was fun, a great story.

Rose: That's good, honey, ‘cause, that means you know about God's love.

Abby: What are you talking about?

Rose: Well, this is the true story… all about God's love, sweetie. You know that.

Abby: That’s not true. That story isn’t true.

Rose: Of course, it's true, honey. It's the story of God's love being given to everybody on the planet.

Abby: It’s not about that. It’s just a fairy story kind of thing for little kids that my mom used to tell me when I was little.

Rose: Honey, you missed the whole point of this, and I don’t know why your mama never told you. This is the story of God sending his Son, Jesus, to live with us here and to help us with any problem we face. This is the story that tells us that we matter to God.

Abby: So, you think the story is true…real true?

Rose: Of course.

Abby: Nah…it doesn't make any sense.

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Rose: Well, you have to beli—

Abby: I’m sorry, Rose…I love seeing you, but like two days ago, I was going to school, living my life and then this afternoon I’m on a bus coming to live with you for like…whenever…

I get home from school today and mom's sitting at the kitchen table. And…there's this big, brown suitcase in the middle of the floor. And she tells me that I'm going to live with you! Aunt Rose's! Like the other side of the state, you know?

My stuff’s all packed in the suitcase…everything I'll need…and I'm going right then…on a bus. I asked her what about Daddy, and what does he think. And she said she told him, and he said he wouldn't have me in the house. I couldn't stay. He said I had to leave before he got home.

If your story was real…if that's the way things happened…if God was that way…then, I get to go home to have my baby, right?

Rose: (pauses, thinking) Well, no, honey…

Abby: See! It's impossible.

Rose: If it was truly impossible then I wouldn’t be here.

Abby: What do you mean?

Rose: You need a welcome and that baby needs a welcome. When I heard your Mama asking for you to stay with me, it was like my heart heated up like an oven. It was like the baby of the cousin in the story, he leaped inside his Mama to welcome that girl’s baby! That’s how I felt. I just knew that, as impossible as it seems… I was here to be ready for you.

Abby: I probably should have run away from her, but she put on her coat and picked up the bag and walked me out to the car and drove me to the bus. She put me on it, and I stayed on right out to you. It feels like a dream.

And there's no way any of my friends will even know what happened to me, I bet. I bet it'll be like I just disappeared from that life. “Stranger Things”, man.

Rose: (sits thinking again) I know how it feels to be, well, untethered, unwanted…so, that’s probably why your Mama sent you to me.

Abby: Because…

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Rose: Well, honey, if my Mama, your great Aunt Elsie, didn’t have me how she did…not being married and all…I’d never be here waiting for you and I wouldn’t be here to have you here.

When your Mama called, I realized that God was going to work through this impossible moment with me… and that maybe I get to be you and your baby’s best impossible, too.

Abby: What does that mean?

Rose: She sent you to me because she knew I’d love you…you and that baby in you, just as you are, for as long as you want to be loved…as long as you want to be loved. When there’s no way things can work… when God wants to work out something wonderful, he starts with an impossibility.

You’re my wonderful. A wonderful I never thought I’d have in my life and, maybe I’m your impossible welcome, Sweetie. Maybe, I’m your impossible. Even so, I know I can be for as long as you want. I get to be your impossible. We all get to be somebody’s impossible. That’s how God works it out…if we’re paying attention to him.

Abby: (almost there) You’re my impossible…

Rose: Let’s go get you settled in. We’re going to be okay because the story is true. It’s all true…for all of us.

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The Purple Hat

Businesswoman dressed in a suit speaks as if to one person.

Actress: Mrs. Jeffers was my fifth-grade teacher and she was my absolute favorite…ever. She made me want to be a teacher, except that, when I got to college, I figured out that I really don’t…really…like kids all that much, but I do like working with numbers.

So, I got into banking. I’m good at it. And I like it.

Anyway, Mrs. Jeffers used to do the wildest things. We’d all push the desks back to the edge of the room and she’d put on this huge purple hat with a feather in it and she’d start talking like she came from England (imitating higher pitch, slight British accent), and she read us these books called The Chronicles of Narnia. And she made up all the voices and she read them to us a chapter at a time. And she did tons of other stuff.

We made things and went on trips and well, anyway…she was great. I used to visit her classroom when I was home from college. And one day, when I was home on Fall break, I stopped by and found her sitting in her classroom just staring out the window at the end of the day. It was like she was lost in a cloud. And, even after I started talking with her, it was like she wasn’t really there. She had never been like that.

She was the most “with it” person I could think of. During high school whenever there was some time when my friends and I bumped into her she knew all of our names, even kids who weren’t in her class. She was amazing. But that day it was like she was…she was just…not there.

On my way out of the school that day I bumped into Ms. Patrick, the school nurse. We went back a long way because I have a deadly allergic reaction to bee stings. But I asked her how Mrs. Jeffers was doing and she told me that Mrs. Jeffers’s son had been killed a few months before in an accident on the Colorado River, and that her husband had lost a bout with cancer just a few months before that. Ms. Patrick said that all the other teachers were really worried about her. That it seemed like she was just sort of…giving up.

When I got back to school, I wrote Mrs. Jeffers a letter. But I have to admit, I kind of got busy and forgot about writing her anymore. Then, you know how it goes…years went on and I just sort of lost touch.

But anyhow, a couple of weeks ago I’m in church and the pastor says, “God has an assignment for you. When you hit that door today the timer’s going to start ticking. It may be by the end of the week. It may be by the end of tomorrow. It may be by this afternoon. I don’t know when,

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but God’s got an assignment for you. And when God gives it to you, you’re going to immediately say, ‘That’s impossible! I can’t do that!’

And when you hear that in your head, you should realize that this is it! This is the assignment from God. Pay attention to that and then, remember, God is the one who is going to do it. He’s just using you to accomplish the assignment, but God is going to give you everything you need to make it happen.”

Well, I don’t know about you, but I don’t always pay attention to everything the pastor says. But anyhow that just kind of stuck in my head. And there I am that afternoon downtown doing my Christmas shopping and this little commotion caught my attention. Some old bag lady is being hustled out of the store I’m in. And, no kidding, she’s wearing this big purple hat.

After a bit, I came out and she was down at the corner in the direction I was going, digging through a trash can. As I got close, I could tell the woman was filthy. I couldn’t get over the hat though and so I went closer and, as I reached her, she snapped something mean at me and she pulled herself up and grabbed up these garbage bags she had with her. And then I heard her say, “It isn’t Christmas. It isn’t Christmas. It’s always winter…and never Christmas.”

I knew the voice. It was Mrs. Jeffers. I was stunned.

What do I do? What can I do for this woman? I watched her just spitting out words and talking to nothing, the air. She didn’t even know I was there. And then I heard her say again, “It’s always winter...”

And I’m in fifth grade again. And she’s reading us the story. That’s when it hit me: she was lost. Mrs. Jeffers was lost in Narnia…lost in a land where it’s always winter, but never Christmas.

I was standing at that trash can, watching that shell of a woman, restlessly rummaging through those trash bags. Tears were filling my eyes, and I knew what I was going to do. I was going to take this woman home with me. I was going to take care of her.

And that’s when I heard it…the word in my head. “Impossible”. “I can’t do that. I can’t take care of this woman. I have a life. That’s…impossible”.

(she chuckles) And that was it. Suddenly, I was looking at God’s assignment. It was God’s task to accomplish. The Impossible. And He did.

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I gently put my hand on Mrs. Jeffer’s shoulder, and I looked her right in the eye, and I said, as clearly as I could, “The spell is broken, Mrs. Jeffers. Christmas is here.”

She quit digging in the garbage, and she stood completely still. Then she looked me right in the face, and, for a split second, something registered in her eyes. Then she said,

“Impossible…it’s always Winter…”

I took her hand and smiled and said, “No. The spell is broken. Christmas has come. We can go home.”

She looked confused for a moment. But then, she just relaxed, and asked, “We can go home?”

And we did.

Lights fade.

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A Christmas Reading

Reader tells/reads a story. *Optional- a young woman acts out facial impressions, mime actions as the story is told. Her part can be as simple or extravagant as you design.

Reader: How about a Christmas story? Just a story of something that happened long ago. Long, long ago there was a little girl who had only one wish. She wished that she could sing. She wished she could sing because she could not even speak. A terrible accident had occurred when she was little. She drank a mixture of fluids that her father had blended together in a cup that could have been one of the drinking cups of the family. The mixture was to etch glass that her father was working on, but the little girl thought it was milk and took a swallow fast because she was thirsty. She became very ill and they thought she would die, but she didn't. She got better but could never speak again.

For some reason people thought that because she couldn't speak, she also couldn't hear very well. So, when people found out that she couldn't say anything they always shouted at her.

“DO YOU WANT TO SIT DOWN?” her parents' friends would ask when she stopped by their houses. She never wanted to sit down with any of her parents' friends. She tried to avoid people as much as possible. “DO YOU DRINK WATER?”, she was asked when she had to visit along with her parents. Or they talked like she was an idiot making signs at her with their hands or like she wasn't in the room. “CAN SHE TAKE CARE OF HERSELF, DO HER HAIR? TIE HER OWN SHOES?”

From the way they treated her, the girl thought almost every adult in the world were idiots, and she started to stay at home almost all the time.

She would sit for hours and think of singing. She remembered singing, herself. And, she had heard beautiful singing in the church and at a fair once. And when she worked in her father's shop, she listened to the other workmen humming or whistling and occasionally singing as they worked. She worked for years in her father’s shop, working with the same etching solution that had burned her throat. She became skilled at etching glass, better than her father and people started coming and placing orders for glass to be etched with pictures and designs that she created.

One day a rich, old man came to her father's shop and explained that he had an impossible task. A beautiful glass cabinet had toppled while being moved in his home, and the glass in it, finely etched glass, had shattered. Although a few had tried no one had been able to even draw out the design that had been on the glass doors. The girl, now a young

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woman, was introduced to the man by her father. The father told the man that she was the most skilled craftsperson anywhere and that if it was described to her with some detail, if she couldn't reproduce the original design, then she could create a new design that would be even more exquisite. He explained to the man that she couldn't speak, but that she could understand what he was talking about.

“HAVE YOU EVER SEEN BIRDS?”, the old man asked. The young woman rolled her eyes. “AND DO YOU KNOW WHAT MUSICAL NOTES LOOK LIKE?” The young woman nodded. “THE GLASS IN THE CABINET HAD SMALL BIRDS FLYING AND MUSICAL NOTES, SORT OF FLOATING, AND A VINE GROWING UP ONE SIDE OF THE GLASS ON ONE DOOR AND ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE GLASS ON THE OTHER DOOR.”

The old man took a deep breath. “CAN YOU DO A VINE?”

The young woman looked at her father and her father said, "Yes. She can do a vine. She will draw out your design and bring it to you."

The young woman worked for days on the pictures. She measured and shifted and altered and shaped the pictures until the old man looked at her work and told her that “IF YOU CAN DO THIS ON GLASS IT WILL BE BETTER THAN THE ORIGINAL.” So, the young woman did it. And it was exquisite. She and her father received a wonderful amount of money for it, which meant they would have a special feast on Christmas for their family, even to share with all the people that worked in the shop.

The night before Christmas the young woman had a dream. She dreamt that she was standing in front of the large cabinet in the old man's house. Her glass windows glittered in front of her but as she ran her figures over the designs of the birds and the designs of the notes, sounds came from her throat. She was singing!

And then suddenly she awoke. Something had made a strange noise in the house. It was very dark, but she knew that someone was walking around. She could hear her father snoring and could tell that the sounds were too heavy for her mother. Someone had broken into the house! Probably to steal the money she had earned.

She was so scared she couldn't move. She tried to rap on the wall to wake her father, but it was too far to reach. She thought about getting up, but she knew she'd have to walk right out to where the robber might be to get to her parents' room. She didn't know what to do and just then there was a creak at the bottom of the stairs. The young woman jumped, and a small sound came from her. A high-pitched little note just popped from her throat.

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She was so surprised she opened her mouth and tried to make another sound. It came. And another…small, high notes. And she began to sing, "There's someone in our house. Someone broke in. Someone's in our house and they're a thief."

And she just kept singing. "There's someone in our house. Someone broke in. Someone's in our house…” Her father and mother woke to the strange song and then realized what was being said. Her father leaped from his bed and rushed out, crashing right into the thief who was so frightened at falling down the stairs that he ran from the house and was never seen again.

The next day, Christmas day, the young woman went to church. She did not try to sing in church, but she did sing on the way home to herself and to God. She found that she could only make very high notes and that she could still not speak easily. So, she did not speak to people, but she thanked God for this gift of her song, and she sang to show him that she knew that it was an impossible gift…one only he could give.

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Off in Uzbekistan

A young woman speaks on a landline phone. Her Mom and Dad putter around in the background, setting a table, getting coffee, etc. Then listen in on her conversation and react accordingly.

Actress: (frustratingly straining to communicate) Can you hear me? I said, CAN YOU HEAR ME?! (speaking off to the side, to her Mom) I can’t believe this is the best connection we can get. Mom! What kind of phone is this?! (back to the phone) No! No, I’m not going to hang up! It was hard enough getting you on the phone in the first place! Where are you?

What do you mean, “don’t I know where my brother is?” I know where you are, you Idiot! You’re stationed in Uzbekistan! …

(yells off to her Dad) Dad! Did you pick up the other phone?! I can’t hear a thing! (back to the phone) Jeremy? Say that again. Dad picked up the other phone and I can’t hear you. I know you’re in Uzbekistan!

(yells off to her Mom) This phone is insane! (Dad enters again; she yells at both of them) How is it possible that you two don’t have cell phones?!

They both just shrug and nod, like they don’t care.

(back to the phone) All right. All right. We’re just about to have dinner. …. No, Mom didn’t make any of your favorites. Only mine. (Mom comes up and whispers in her ear; she speaks to her Mom) What? (Mom whispers in her ear again, then she’s back to the phone) She said to tell you she made the regular stuffing. … Oh, right, Jeremy. Like Mom isn’t going to make her favorite son his favorite foods…even if he’s not around to eat them. She’s even putting out the nasty cranberry stuff straight from the can…just like you like it. What a waste. You’re the only one who eats that stuff.

Look … (staring in frustration at the phone) This is impossible. I can’t believe we can’t get a better connection. It’s Christmas, for Pete’s sake. … (trying to hear him) What?! I said it’s impossible! The phone, Jeremy! No! I didn’t say Christmas was impossible! The phone is impossible. Christmas is just…irrelevant. (yelling into the phone) IRRELEVANT!

(listens into the phone for a moment) Jeremy! Don’t start on all that stuff! I’m going to hang up, Jeremy! This antique phone can actually do that! (listens for a moment) I know what you believe, Jeremy! You’ve told me a million times. But, don’t … I don’t believe it. Why can’t Christmas just be fun … without all the religious stuff? All the God, baby, dying, rescue stuff. It should just be…fun.

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(listens for a moment) Fun! I said Christmas should be fun! (more frustrated with the phone connection, yelling into the phone) Besides, if all this stuff was real, then it seems like God could do a simple little thing like get you home for Christmas … to eat some nasty cranberry jelly. IMPOSSIBLE!

What? All right! All right! You made me say it. Christmas is impossible!

She listens into the phone, now amazed at how clear the line is.

What? What happened? Jeremy! Stop laughing. (to her Mom) The line is crystal clear! (back to the phone) Yeah. I can hear you perfectly. … What? … Repeat what? … Oh … I just said Christmas should be fun, but it’s impossible… and you should be here …

(she listens for a moment) I just can’t believe the line got so clear. … What? What do you mean “you stopped talking through your scarf”? Why were you talking through your— … What do you mean “you’re standing in the driveway”?

(she strains to look out the window) Oh, my gosh! (to her Mom and Dad, who are now laughing) Mom! There’s a cab driving out of the driveway!

(she slams down the phone) Jeremy! (running out the door) Oh thank you, thank you, thank you, God!! God, You did this! Thank you, God!

Lights out.

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